Past the old, iron gate

Down a path of broken slates




Of a cemetary, long since forgotten

Some tombstones so old they've broken




Some so old they had begun to crumble

Names and dates on them no longer legible




All varieties, angels and lambs to name a few

All very old, aged but none are new




A gravestone standing in grass overgrown

Chisled by hand from some kind of rock or stone




In the back all alone, a seven foot cross

Celtic to be precise, the base worn and covered with moss




Carved deep and bold across this momument, a single word

~ BELOVED ~